00000 Million by Bon Iver
Key: FF | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
             F                            Bb
Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
                    F                    C
Who knows how many poses, that I've been in
                   F                      Bb
But them the main closest, hark! it gives meaning Mine
                F              C        F
I cannot really post this, ah feel the signs
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I worried about rain and I worried bout lightning
                   Dm           Am                 C
But I watched them off, to the light of the morning
              F           C           F
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
           Bb                 C
Where the days have no numbers
         F                          Edim              F
If it's harmed, it's harmed me, it'll harm, I let it in
Verse 2
             F                Bb     
Oh, the old modus: out to be leading live
                     F               C     
Said, comes the old ponens, demit to strive
              F                     Bb
A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
               F           C        F
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
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I worry about shame, and I worry bout a worn path
             Dm       Am            C
And I wander off, just to come back home
            F           C           F
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
           Bb                 C
Cause the days have no numbers
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It harms me, it harms me, it harms like a lamb
Verse 3
           F                         Bb        
So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
                  F                         C
Suppose you can't hold shit. how high I've been
                   F                         Bb  
What a river don't know is: to climb out and heed a line
              F          C      F
To slow among roses, or stay behind
                   Dm
I've been to that grove
                    F        
Where no matter the source is
                Dm           Am       C
And I walked it off: how long I'd last
              F           C           F
Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
          Bb                  C
Cause the days have no numbers
        F                    Edim                F
Well it harms it harms me it harms, I'll let it in